domingo, 9 de maio de 2010


Hello, there.

It feels like it´s been months since I last posted! I´ve really missed blogging. I´ve missed you guys.

Well, a lot has happend these last few days… I don´t even know where to start.

Some good things have happend…

I received both my French diploma and my school report with my first bimester grades.

I went to a party with a few friends (including pre and post-party) and slept over.

I watched “Alice in the Wonderland” in theathers.

I went out with my grandfather and my cousins.

I played with the lovely kids from my social project.

And some bad things happend, too.

Last Tuesday, for example. I was exhausted when I got home. All I wanted to do was to cry and hide. I felt awful.

Or Thursday. I had a big fight with my mother. I didn´t want to go see my therapist, and she freaked out… She was right, in the end. As always.

This weekend, though, deserves more attention. Everything was going well… until Saturday, when my father picked me up.

To make a long story short: tears were dropped and I was hurted inside and out. Dad hit me. With words and with hands. He said he would intern me. “I won´t let you die”.

I don´t blame him. He said I was fooling him, all this time. And I was. But it wasn´t him that I was fooling – I was fooling myself. I didn´t even try to get better. All I did was eat less and loose more weight. I´ve dropped about 5 pounds since February.

I don´t know why I was doing that. I even started seeing a therapist. She´s nice, but I´ve known her for only a few weeks. We´ve talked about a lot of things, not only ED-related stuff. I guess it was a good thing that I´ve met her, but nothing has changed. Unfortunately.

Wow, you guys must be confused. Let me clear up: Dad pulled over right beside an ED-recovery clinic this afternoon. He said I should get my ID and my medical-service card and get out of the car.

Obviously, I freaked out. I said I´d recover. That I´d get better. That I did needed help – but from my parents, not from several doctors and nurses. I talked him out of leaving me there. He drove us (me and my sister) to my grandmother´s house, where my Mom was at because of Mother´s Day. He sat down with them both and explained his “plan”. Of course, he embarassed me in front of the whole family, but I remained calm. It could be worse.

After he left, I fixed myself a plate. I used the microwave, then sit down to eat. I was determinated to show them all I wasn´t kidding, so I managed to (almost) clean the plate. I felt awful, but proud.

Then… well.

I got up and went to the kitchen, so I could leave my plate on the sink. My uncle came in. He said:

-“Holy S***! You just ate a BUNCH, Gabriela. Holy cow…”

Yep. Can you imagine where I spent the next hour?

Oh, yes. In the bathroom. Crying, by myself. Wishing I had eaten less, wishing I had the strengh to throw it all up… Feeling like crap.

Now I´m here. At home. My back hurts. I can´t even stand to lay down. I have bruises.

Anyhow… I´m sorry for this gigantic post. I just needed to get this off my chest. I´m so confused and sad right now. Everyone´s upset. Including me.

I hope this week´s a good one. I hope God helps me. I hope he gives me the strenght to fight. I hope Dad stops hitting me. I hope…

I hope we all succeed. In every single aspect.

And, if you´re still reading this…

Thank you. Seriously.

Good night, lovies. I´ll be back as soon as I can.



7 comentários:

  1. Seu pai não deve ser batido em você. Qualquer um sabe que isto acontece? Isso está errado e não o ajudará.Siento-me muito mau para você. Algo eu posso fazer ajudá-lo?

  2. I just want to give you a big hug through my computer screen

    stay strong, do this for yourself, you deserve to get better and live an amazing life

  3. Oh, hun, I just want to hug you right now and tell you to stop being so hard on yourself. You're so beautiful, both inside and out, and you don't deserve any of this ED related bull. I'm sorry that you're having a hard time with your dad, but I'm sure he's super worried about you and doesn't know what to do. People can resort to some pretty strange things when they feel helpless...

    Stay strong, love. You're in my prayers.

  4. I'm sorry for the hard time you're going through. I'm sure your Dad is just acting this way because he cares about you so much. I know you can get better if you put your mind to it!

  5. Gabriela...I'm so sorry to hear you've had to deal with all this. I wish I could see you and tell you how much you deserve more than this. Your ED is hurting you and it's just not fair. You can definitely fight this and get better. You are so much stronger than ED and you deserve EVERYTHING - happiness and freedom.

    As for your dad, I think he is just so unbelievably worried about you. He wants to see you healthy and happy. But he should not be taking out his frustrations and worries on you like that, it's not fair. I hope he stops.

    I hope you feel better soon and your week is better than last! :-)

    Love you so much, lovie, *big hugs*. xxxxxxxxxxx

  6. I a, glad to see you back, but it pains me to see you in this state. Gabriella, it WILL get better, and it is ALL worth it. I am praying for you and sending you all my support :)

    Keep fighting!